So much to blame
and sadly
it’s only ever a distraction
from the work
demanding of me
and only me
to be done
the work of turning hell
into a paradise
the cognitive shift
from no to yes
from fear to love
from demand to invite
to carve out
barehanded
the anything is possible space
again and again
the work and toil
on this earth
in the dirt
to create good soil
so love can grow
So love can grow
